Being Thankful
On October 26 I had a heart attack. It was 10pm and a friend had come over for dinner, she was getting ready to depart as I started to feel sick. She left and at 10:10pm I sat down in a chair in our formal living room. At this point pain was radiating from my chest into my back, my shirt was drenched in sweat, and my left arm felt as if a team of horses were trying to pull it from my body. My husband asked what was wrong and I didn't know what to say. I told him he would need to call 911 or take me to the ER, whatever we decided it needed to happen soon. As he reached for his phone I got up, put my shoes on and got in the car. We left our house at 10:22pm headed for Baptist Medical Center. We arrived in about 10 minutes. I walked into the ER and they immediately took me to a triage room. After placing 30 stickers on me to get all my rates, rythms, and oura's, they moved me to a different area of the ER. That's were the doctor came in and said I had had a heart attack and